弓已经弯好拉满 你留心躲开箭锋吧。

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

我不完美，我也不声称自己是完美的，但我正在努力。